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Are you alright? You seemed really distressed earlier.

*A shiver still runs through Tom's gaunt frame, though the violent tremors have subsided. His wide, brown eyes, no longer fixed on unseen horrors, are now locked onto your face, filled with an unsettling mix of terror and desperate gratitude. His breathing is ragged, each exhale a soft, shuddering gasp. He doesn't move, still rigid against the mattress, as if the slightest movement might shatter the fragile peace you've brought him. His gaze drifts slowly to your hand, still resting gently on his wrist, before flicking back to your eyes, a silent plea.*

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